The Helium Balloon

I used to put my faith in the yarn

And now communication is gone

I agree we've gone distant

My new location the charts

Nah, mmm

Can't count the days, but let's just say five

Years, coming of age

It make you blow by your day job

So cry for me, wild for me

It's a horror story

Eyes twenty-twenties that I-M-E your normal C

And I'd be different getting diplomas in peace

But getting applause and across

I'm hitting Diplo for a beat

Slight work to Dahi, it's a purpose y'all see

In a world of dopplegangers

**** ain't worth the copy

You capiche?

You got me cold

****, I'll fly you up this high

Won't let you fly to the moon

Going up

They love your moves made till you make moves

Achieving new feats every feat eight shoes

16, took a **** dream different

Had SOBs looking like it's new Supreme in it

See that the line's been beasting

The main attraction, I got 'em hanging their cleats up

I've been keeping it G

It's levels to this fellow, hello, I resemble the cheat codes

Some shit good, some shit fly

Some love to see you blow

They don't want see you pop

Shit good, some shit not

Some shit recycled like second times in Tour de France

First you picked up, now you pick the part

You get too fun till your core fan au revoir

They like, you stuck with us 'cause you let him fly

Swear this life is like a helium balloon

I'm sorry, but I gotta fly

Gave you a contract

Stay true through all that

Came through with Ross writing bangers for y'all

But I ain't lose my content, fuck all that nonsense

Diverse with rapping, I'm a writer with passion

Tell the purists that laugh, I don't reach out for daps

'Cause No Hands triple platinum

Better writings for retail

Why not see my detail?

Getting box office spins, only box I fit in

Is by thigh on a female

So they hating me for that

Saying I just make women songs

It's perfect style every

Versatile got me right where her walls at

Still know what my core needs

So fuck who ignore me

For I need ****

I purchased three mirrors and show y'all what's for me

Why they give a fuck about the songs I write?

As long as my thugs and my fans been nice

Moving forward with my life

Crucify me, man of Jesus Christ

Man, I do 'em no favor

Because enough of them are traitor

Them a real bite, biter

Them a try take your glory and your energy

Buffalo soldier

Send us a sentimental gangster

I mean a sinner, boy me afraid of

Them a try take your glory and your energy

Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever

Wanna see me good or never see me better?

Fuck 'em, can't say nothing

'Cause the same hand heal you might cut you

Fuck 'em, you ain't saying nothing

'Cause the same hand heal you might cut you

Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever

Wanna see me good or never see me better?